Wannabe

A wannabe

painted in glass

breakable, untouchables

in a cast iron red as rust heart

Scalding hot

to the touch

she’s just too much

red like poison

in the wine she drank

No longer the staring role

just mundane and greedy

for someone to want

a piece of the glitter

she leaves behind,

annoying to most

charming to none.

-emc

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